I’ve been too busy with school stuff over the past few days to spare a moment for updating, but I’ve actually been dreaming just about every night. Really bizarre stuff, too, although for the most part, I haven’t been able to salvage much from my memory by way of plotlines. Just details that I know are related somehow, and I can’t remember how to put them together…. Forgive the long and abstract stream-of-consciousness rant. You don’t have to read it.
First one. We’re at a birthday party at Cortney’s house–Cortney’s mom’s house, I should say–but it doesn’t really look anything like her house. For one thing, there’s a basement. And Cortney, Nicole, Drew, Lily, Booboo, and I (maybe Cort’s mom, too) all get locked inside this basement which is flooding–slowly but surely–by–get this–an evil magician. And suddenly Lily curls up and she’s dying, like, the life is actually going out of her, I don’t know how we can tell she’s not just tired, but she’s dying. But it ends up not really being Lily at all, and just some illusion that the magician has conjured. The real Lily’s outside somewhere trying to figure out the best way to attack the magician. The whole basement scene feels sort of like War of the Worlds…which, I’ve only just realized, is really weird considering this other dream I had a few nights later….
In case Cortney reads this, I probably shouldn’t mention (but I will) that for some reason, there were clowns at this birthday party. Probably with everyone talking about It recently.
Next night. I’m with a tour somewhere, and I actually know a few random people who are there. I’m not even sure where we are, but I think it’s in the States somewhere, and there’s this Chinese guy with a…farm? Well, a lot of property. Basically the size of a national park. And there are rattlesnakes. And muddy water with rapids. And hills and trees and–it’s very spacious.
Do rattlesnakes swim? They did in my dream. They were everywhere in my dream. And I know that at one point, I actually said the line, “Snakes…why did it have to be…snakes?” I’m not sure if I recognized the line when I said it–I think I was just saying it because I was really freaked out by it all, haha.
But you think rattlesnakes are the worst part? Oh, no. There are fucking plesiosaurs swimming around in the water, too. Full-grown (I assume–they were really big) Nessies. And they were vicious, too! Actually, the whole thing had the feel of sort of a Michael Crichton novel. Like Sphere. It was kind of freaky. Like the first one, there was a much larger and more intricate plot involved, I know, but I can’t remember it. I remember somehow falling in the water, and something about SpongeBob, and almost drowning and almost eaten by a plesiosaur. And climbing this really huge hill to see…more rattlesnakes. And I feel like there was a teacher along with us, too.
So the next night I dream again. This time I’m going to Atlanta, I guess for Thanksgiving, or something, and my boyfriend’s going to come along. My boyfriend is Tom Hanks. Tom from like, 25 years ago.
And there are other SNL cast members there, too, and every one of them is dating one of my friends, but I can’t really remember who everybody was. I remember Tom. Haha. Cortney and Nicole, you were probably there, and most likely Kristen was with Will Ferrell, but all I remember is Tom, and a bunch of other people around us.
We didn’t go to Atlanta. Everything around us started to turn red, and there were these huge machine things shooting things down from the sky (see? War of the Worlds again!) and everybody’s dying, and Tom’s like, “We can’t go to Atlanta now. We have to go [somewhere else].” (I can’t remember where we had to go, but supposedly it was safe there. I believed him.)
And then there was this British guy who gave me a hat. And I gave him one, too. His protected me from the huge machine things (which were probably alien)–I actually got hit by one and nothing happened. This was foreshadowing, but I didn’t know it.
So we arrive wherever it is–but I think it took a long time, like it was all this huge quest, like Lord of the Rings or something. And everybody’s freaking out, because we’re all convinced these huge…things…are going to destroy the world, right? Then all the guys start laughing. Laughing! And it turns out the whole thing has been this huge, really well-planned prank on their girlfriends. And then it turns out we’re on a movie set? Like The Truman Show? Nothing’s really real–nobody had died at all (and here I thought it was the magically-protective hat) and the walls all around us are playing scenes from old episodes of SNL, and there’s something really freaky with Tom Hanks playing this really creepy guy–I was actually creeped out–and I warned him he’d better never come near me if he was in that character, because it was too realistic and…creepy. I think everybody else was having similar experiences with their guys, who are all, like, psycho.
Well, no, okay, they weren’t psycho, they were just having a good time enjoying the reactions to this ridiculously huge prank, and none of them could stop laughing.
Again, I know there was plenty more to it than that.
But the dream I had last night, I can remember that one best of all (perhaps because less time has passed). Katie was a central character in this one, as were Ryan and his girlfriend Emily. (That’s what Dennis said her name was. Dennis informed me that she was insanely beautiful and can sing, and that it’s a good thing I’m planning to move to England. *Le sigh.*)
So, Katie and I decide we have to find out exactly who this Emily is. I guess by this point we’re both at UNF, and so we go looking on Facebook, and we find her, and there’s a link in her profile to this site she created all about her and Ryan. It’s sickening. It’s a bloody shrine. There’s this huge picture of him in the top right corner, all surrounded by hearts, and there’s whatever date they got together (something really recent) and all this crap about how in love they are and how she’s never had anybody like this before who made her look at life the way she was now–you know. Bullshit. All trussed up with hearts and flowers. Musical notes, too. There’s all this information about Ryan, like, everything she knows about him, and at the bottom there’s a picture of the two of them, and some cheesy song is playing (I don’t remember what), and then there’s a list of their schedules, and all the classes they have together are highlighted.
This was some freaky shite.
Katie and I decide we’re going to sit in on one of these classes they have together (The Music of Physics? The Physics of Music? something like that). Nobody will notice, we figure. We take seats near the back.
Well, it wasn’t hard to miss her. When we walked into the room, concealing our faces as well as possible, she was up at the front of the room, writing numbered sentences on the board. It felt like a high school class somehow. She’s writing, and she’s got this smug smile on her face, and you can tell she’s really bold and outgoing, and the stuff she’s writing is apparently really funny, but I can’t even tell what the hell it says (it looks like another language). And all the guys want her, and even though I could only see the back of what I could only assume was his head, I knew he was sitting there smiling all content because he knew she was his and not all of these other guys’.
Somehow, it reminded me of Lily Potter. In Slugworth’s class. I should have looked around to see if Snape was in there. The Lily Potter thing more than anything really made me think, “Damn it, I can never compete with this!”
Katie sat just behind me–this really huge, annoying girl I’ve never seen before was like, “KATIE!! HEY, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER, LET ME SIT NEXT TO YOU AND BE YOUR FRIEND!!!!” Katie gave me this look as that girl sat next to her, and I sat just in front of the two of them and we basically ignored that other girl.
So Emily sat down next to the back of Ryan’s head (I’m serious, that was all I could see through the entire thing, or somebody was always between us so I couldn’t see him), all triumphantly, and everybody’s laughing, and the teacher walks in, this heavyset guy with dark brown hair and a brown beard. He used to be a football player. Don’t ask how I know that.
You immediately think she must be the teacher’s pet, and he’s going to find numbers 1-6 and whatever the hell they said, written on his board up there, immensely funny, as the rest of the class obviously does.
He doesn’t. His face goes taut, and he says in this ironic sort of voice, to all the rest of the class, “What I don’t understand is this. Does she think I don’t already know these things? I’m the professor. I already know it all.”
The class goes silent. (Katie and I look at each other, slouched down in our seats to be less noticeable, and grin wickedly.) Nobody makes a sound, and then there’s this gasp, and we look over at her, and she’s burst into tears, and she runs out of the room. But everybody still sits there all solemnly, and Ryan…doesn’t move. He does nothing. But still all I can see is the back of his head, so I don’t know if he’s sitting there fuming at the professor, if he thinks Emily had it coming, if he just doesn’t care, if he thinks it’s all as hysterical as Katie and I do…no idea.
Class proceeds, and for some reason we sit through it, and then Katie somehow knows exactly what’s going on, much to my annoyance, because I can’t figure out any of it, and the professor has left Emily’s “sentences” up on the board (they had punctuation; that’s the only reason I assume they were sentences–seriously, they looked like a combination of Gibberish and WingDings and Hieroglyphics and weird symbols from all sorts of other languages) just to make fun of them at random points through the rest of class. And now everybody’s laughing with him.
I couldn’t figure out if Emily was used to being center of attention in this class and the professor had all of a sudden turned on her, or if he had just never liked her. No idea. But Katie and I started doing classwork for some reason. We cheated using my calculator. (“I’ve had physics before; I know what’s going on,” she said.)
And then we take our old Stalkers Anonymous group from high school on the road. We decide to tail Emily.
She goes to this house. It’s my old house in Virginia (but I think it’s only a few minutes away–like 25, maybe–in this dream). The old neighbors were even still next door. It was all dark, and everything had this weird bluish tint to it. She didn’t see us watching her, but she went in, stayed for a few minutes, came back out, constantly looking over her shoulder.
Well, we decide to split up. Brilliant, I know. I go inside to look around, see what she was doing in there (we assume it’s her house), and Katie goes to follow her.
It wasn’t her house. It was the professor’s. There were pictures of him all over. Apparently he’d been a federal agent or something before he was a professor.
He had this whole room–where the office used to be downstairs, actually–full of stuff about Emily, her record, all kinds of weird stuff. Turned out she actually was psychotic. She’d been a mental patient and had escaped, and was actually living now under a different name. He’d been looking for her for a while. And he didn’t like her one bit. These are things I just knew. There are photos of her, she looks damn ghostlike, and I’m extremely creeped out. I decide to run for it.
But as I’m opening the front door, he’s opening it from the other side, and I let out this piercing scream and assume that he’s going to shoot me, because I knew he was undercover or something like that, and in the dream I assume he’s going to think I’m her.
So then he explains things to me. Pretty much everything I just explained. And I’m like, “Well, what about Ryan?”
“Oh, he’s a good guy–he doesn’t know anything about this side of her,” he said.
I thanked him for the information and said I’d been following her, and I had to go catch up with Katie now, so I ran off down the street, where it was still dark, towards the church. That’s where it just stopped, I think. My alarm woke me up.
I wonder if I would have ended up in the church and found that she was haunting the place.
There are these really annoying blonde girls sitting across from me here in the computer lab, doing their math homework, apparently. So freaking annoying. I walk in and they’re all giggly and, “Hehehe, I can’t do this!” and one of them suddenly goes, “Oh, now I get it! Two goes into six three times!”